The killing has changed
The country's shape.
The rocks are bones.
The mud is thick with blood.
The smoke is the people
Slowly breathing.....//// oh! this stanza makes me cry! (I'm emotion at this stanza)
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The killing has changed The country's shape. The rocks are bones. The mud is thick with blood. The smoke is the people Slowly breathing.....//// oh! this stanza makes me cry! (I'm emotion at this stanza)
Thanks Mahtab...what has happened in these countries breaks my heart...as a poet of conscience I feel as though I must write about them.